And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caught by a thread. She pays for the bread and she goes.

Your heart is a river that flows from your chest
Through every organ
Your brain is the dam
And I am the fish who can't reach the core

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want

We need to feel breathless again.

I want to change the world but instead I sleep.

So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way; 'cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain.

I'm just not the same as I was a year ago, and each minute since then.

Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight.

And they call the thing Rodeo.